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Dare You To Deleted Scenes

Deleted Scene #1

In my very first draft of Dare You To, I had a twist where Ryan and Beth told his parents and her uncle that they were dating in order to get out of a situation. I also had that Ryan’s father owned a tobacco farm. These parts didn't work for my story so I took them out, but I was sad to see this scene cut. ~ Katie

Ryan

My Dad once said, “I didn’t grow up thinking I want to be a tobacco farmer, but

sometimes what you think is going to happen and what happens are two different things.”

Four o’clock on a Friday afternoon, and the last thing I want to do is help bundle the

tobacco to be cured. I’m not a tobacco farmer, but, even with a college degree, Dad is.

I’m making it into the majors. There is no way I will be doing this for a living.

The screen door to the kitchen creaks when I open it and I make a mental note to find

some WD40 in the barn. Our house is one of the oldest in the county. When Mom’s parents died,

she took her inheritance and updated the house, but no matter what she remodeled, she never

made the house new.

I sling my pack on the back of a chair and open the fridge to fish out a snack before I

begin working. High heels click against the linolium floor. “Good, you’re home, Ry. We need to

This scene took place the week that Ryan’s parents were out of town and the afternoon before Chris took Ryan to Walmart. While I love this scene, I cut it because it didn’t help progress my plot forward.

Ryan

Because Logan’s a crazy son of a bitch, he undoes his seatbelt the moment we hit Scott Risk’s drive and stands up in the backseat. He wraps his arms around the frame and let’s his head hang out of the top of the open panels.

“He’s like a dog,” mutters Chris from the passenger side.

Chris jolts forward when Logan kicks his seat.

“My bad,” says Logan.

Chris and I share a look then chuckle. Logan’s Logan. We’re lucky he’s got two feet on the floor board. When I pull up to the house, Scott walks off the front porch and waves to show us where to park. Once I pull up to the edge of the yard, Scott moves to the side and shows the caravan of the guy’s from the baseball team trailing behind me their designated parking spots.

It’s pro baseball playoffs and Scott’s invited us over to watch a game. While there’s a part of me that’s excited at the thought of hanging with the guys and watching the game in Scott’s surround sound basement, what I’m itching for is to see Beth.

My parents are away for the week and she’s been sneaking out every night to stay with me. While it’s only been hours since I held her tight to me, it’s been too long.

Most of the guy’s on the team flock to Scott and I use the excuse to fly up the stairs and slip through the front door. The door to Beth’s room is open and a quick check confirms that she’s not inside.

“I’ve been told you’re off limits today.” In a black shirt that hugs her just right and a pair of jeans ripped more than her normal pairs, Beth leans her shoulder against the corner of the wall leading to the kitchen.

I smile. Just being near her sends me into a high. “Do I get a say in this?”

“Scott’s playing hardball. If I stay away from baseball boy bonding time, then for dinner tonight I get a steak that’s barely mooing, French fries out of the fryer, and chocolate cake.”

Her eyes darken with each step I take closer to her. “Hell, Beth, if I had known you could be bought, I would have showed up at your front door with a hamburger weeks ago.”

My hand rests on her waist and Beth melts into me. She’s warm and she’s soft and memories of last night flash in my mind. Her fingers under my shirt. My hands wandering along her back then the lowering of her bra straps.

Beth bites her bottom lip and when she looks at me, I know she’s remembering the same thing. “I’m a simple girl, Ryan. It doesn’t take much to please me.”

I laugh at simple and she laughs along with me. Caressing the few stray hairs away from her face, I lean down and whisper against her lips. “It’s okay, Beth. I love you just the way you are.”

Scott jacks his thumb over his shoulder while staring at Beth. “Lacy’s waiting for you out front.”

Beth touches my shoulder as she passes. “Later, Ryan.”

She moves down the hallway to the front door with that easy sway. Before she walks out, Beth glances over her shoulder and her smile practically brings me to my knees. There’s seven hours until she’ll show up at my doorstep tonight and I’m definitely counting down the seconds.